In my room lying in bed, thinking of the long day I just had. I just got off the phone with my boyfriend, and once again after the calls end I’m thinking to myself, “ why do I put up with this?, why do I let him do this to me?”

I’m so in love with him but now I feel like love just isn’t enough anymore. all the pain he has caused, the physical, mental, and verbal abuse he has brought upon me. Yet, I can’t leave him? There is the me that wants to fight for him, wait for him, the me that never wants to give up on him, the me that wants to give my all to him. Then there’s the me that washes her hands, packs up her things, walks out the door, and says, “I never belonged here anyway.”